#bertha03

Amelia examined her arm in her bedroom mirror. It was only really used for occasions like this to make sure she wasn’t bleeding. She had new cuts on her arm, because she had increased her training; she barely even studied now. Sighing, she licked her finger and rubbed at the cut vigorously. Finally the sound of footsteps reached her door and she opened it more aggressively than usual due to her tiredness. “I swear if you’re late, because you were doing your makeup to come here then I’m going to throw you down the stairs.” She turned back towards her bed, knowing Bertha would make herself at home among her many plants.